"Yeah, unless you came over just to fuck me on the floor," she answers, turning to grin slyly at him from over her shoulder. It's not that she's been actively waiting for her birthday just so they can have sex, but she hasn't not been waiting either.

And she's prepared, with condoms and lube in the bedroom, set out on the floor with the rest of her personal supplies, because she's a bloody grown up now, in her own place, and she's not about to hide any of the shit she owns. Anyone who doesn't like that can fuck off.

"Which isn't out of the question, I guess, but then probably the bedroom, not out here. Shared space and all." Rue might not move in for a few days, but Maeve doesn't need her new roommate finding out somehow that the first thing she'd done here was have sex on the living room floor. With Rue's girlfriend's best friend, no less.